"It always does." He didn't seem in any hurry to rid himself of her face, not right now anyway. "Stripping names is stripping meaning - and without the meaning, what are we?" The copy of Alice began to play the guitar once again, smaller fingers a ease on the chords, even if he were stretching more to manage the feat. He could make it look easy, if nothing else.
His current vessel could pass as a white man, though he was not. Archer's mother's people had not been his own but they were brothers in a way - simply indigenous to another part of the land. They still retained some of their autonomy but the cost had been high. "The Europeans were an interesting people when they came - wiping away what came before. But every people are good at killing others; they are just especially good at it."
It was a subject he could speak on at length, if one let him get into serious topics. His nature was fairly changeable on that regard - he could flit from one to another if the company was good for it. "You change the seasons and bring life to the world. Fertility and bounty. Don't shortchange yourself in the slightest for that."
He was always willing to give credit where it was due, provided the deities in question were culpable for all they did.
"The Cup'ig called me Ellam Cua. I liked that one. The tlingit called me Grandfather - perhaps to shame me into acting my age. It never really worked." With those words, he shifted back to the original face he'd been wearing when she arrived, dreads and all. He offered her a hand, polite for the moment even as his grin was anything but. "I am Raven. It is a pleasure to meet you, Demeter and Alice."